but life flashes as the perfect picture never develops - this is - sitting in hours- it - never ready- truth flashes in between composure - focus- some smiles are captured - and those moments in between - words [wpm]

01 April 2011

how can the day go when you sat and watched it and did you do so much yet does it and do you have to show and will you look around now or back and stand up it's eight again how can the day go when you with you without you how can the day go when you sat and watched it and did you do so much yet does it and do you have to show and will you look around now

•••now ...about last post :{ just a mix of migraine brain and a clueless ipod touch user trying to write a blog post from bed using some shaky fingers that were beyond frustrated with auto-correct. oh and i couldn't look at the bright screen so my eyes were practically closed most of the time, ha, other than that it was posting as usual. well, not 'usual' per-se, since, i don't ever seem to post anymore... but that's neither here nor there... just consider it an early april fools post from silly me, that way i don't have to be funny today, fewf, what a relief. •••[fool•ish•ness] ie somethin's fishy....

too bad you can't get a copy of the april fools newspaper that the kids and i have coming out.... now that's some classic comedic journalism, complete with upside down swimming fish tales and catch phrases

(like this one that has become a favorite):

"when life gives you lemons make lemonade....

but unless life also gives you sugar and water,

your lemonade is really going to suck."

and another....

"i have connections with energy...

he's on my speed dial."

ahhh, i love these kids. they're funnier than any post auto correct could write for me.

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i write

chantal [2 syll. shɑn•tɑhl shawn-TAL (French)]

making something of nothing— scribbling words spilling coffee cleaning up my messes scribbling coffee spilling poetry on napkins—
from behind big dark sunglasses and chronic migraines, good coffee gone cold and the hours, the hours where do they— i write. leaving traces of haiku on scraps of paper everywhere i go and working with promising writers— captivating them with their own words.
i read read read (despite the fact i'm a slow reader) and i'd say a good 75% of those books are picture books (ya, kids' books, whatever) and if i catch you standing there i'll start reading one to you, i believe every adult needs a good dose of children's lit every day. a picture book can turn around your entire perspective, make you laugh, and the pictures are just too good!
...in fact, i dabbled in the trade myself way back when (a year or so after this photo of me was taken, i do believe).
and since my 1st grade debut stories ‘how to make a peanut butter and tuna fish sandwich’ and ‘i hate saturday morning cartoons’ i’ve had words at my fingertips and now, they're at yours—
c

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in the words of my great aunt, years ago, wish i could still get a letter from her now...

“I want to thank you for the letters you’ve sent me, mail is very special cause the days are kind of slow. So I really appreciate that you take the time to write. But more important the letters themselves – they are delightful, you have a real talent for writing and I hope you will develop it. Obviously you enjoy it because it shows. To be able to express yourself is great – but to be able to do it creatively and entertainingly is very special...”